هَجَرَتْshe deserted ظَلُومُZalum وهَجْرُهاand her desertion صِلَةُa bond with الأَسَىsorrow
هَجَرَتْ ظَلُومُ وهَجْرُها صِلَةُ الأَسَى
فَمَتَىso when تَجُودُwill she be generous عَلَىto الْمَتَيَّمِthe love-stricken one بِاللُّقَىwith a meeting
فَمَتَى تَجُودُ عَلَى الْمَتَيَّمِ بِاللُّقَى
Zalum has deserted me, and her desertion binds me to sorrow.
When, then, will she favor the love-stricken with a meeting?
جَزِعَتْshe was alarmed لِراعِيَةِat the first appearance of الْمَشِيبِgray hair وَماand did not دَرَتْknow
جَزِعَتْ لِراعِيَةِ الْمَشِيبِ وَما دَرَتْ
أَنَّthat الْمَشِيبَgray hair لَهِيبُthe blaze of نِيرانِthe fires of الْجَوَىheartache
أَنَّ الْمَشِيبَ لَهِيبُ نِيرانِ الْجَوَى
She was alarmed by the first gray hairs, not knowing
that gray hair is the blaze of the fires of heartache.
وَلَوَتْand she delayed fulfillment بِوَعْدِكَof the promise to you بَعدَafter طُولِlong continuance of ضَمانِهِits guarantee
وَلَوَتْ بِوَعْدِكَ بَعدَ طُولِ ضَمانِهِ
وَمِنَand among الْوُعُودِpromises خِلابَةٌdeceptive enticement ماnot تُقْتَضَىfulfilled
وَمِنَ الْوُعُودِ خِلابَةٌ ما تُقْتَضَى
And she delayed her promise to you, after long guaranteeing it;
and some promises are beguilement, never fulfilled.
لَيْتَwould that الشَّبابَyouth لَنَاto us يَعُودُwould return بِطِيبِهِwith its sweetness
لَيْتَ الشَّبابَ لَنَا يَعُودُ بِطِيبِهِ
وَمِنَand from الشِّفَاهِthe lips طِلابُthe seeking of عُمْرٍa lifetime قَدْalready مَضَىhas passed
وَمِنَ الشِّفَاهِ طِلابُ عُمْرٍ قَدْ مَضَى
Would that youth returned to us with all its sweetness!
And from the lips comes the plea for a lifetime already past.
وَالشَّيْبُand gray hair أَكْمَلُthe finest صاحِبٍcompanion لَوْif only أَنَّهُit
وَالشَّيْبُ أَكْمَلُ صاحِبٍ لَوْ أَنَّهُ
يَبْقَىwould remain وَلَكِنْbut لاno سَبِيلَway إِلىto الْبَقَاpermanence
يَبْقَى وَلَكِنْ لا سَبِيلَ إِلى الْبَقَا
And gray hair is the finest companion, if only it
would remain—but there is no path to permanence.
والدَّهْرُand time مَدْرَجَةُthe thoroughfare of الْخُطُوبcalamities فَمَنْso whoever يَعِشْlives
والدَّهْرُ مَدْرَجَةُ الْخُطُوب فَمَنْ يَعِشْ
يَهْرَمْgrows old وَمَنْand whoever يَهْرَمْgrows old يَعِثْwreaks havoc فيهِin him الْبِلَىdecay
يَهْرَمْ وَمَنْ يَهْرَمْ يَعِثْ فيهِ الْبِلَى
And time is the thoroughfare of calamities: whoever lives
grows old, and whoever grows old is ravaged by decay.
فَاذْهَبْso turn away بِنَفْسِكَyourself عَنْfrom مُتَابَعَةِpursuing الصِّبَاyouth
فَاذْهَبْ بِنَفْسِكَ عَنْ مُتَابَعَةِ الصِّبَا
وَارْجِعْand return لِحِلْمِكَto your good sense فَالأُمُورُfor affairs إِلَىtoward انْتِهَاan end
وَارْجِعْ لِحِلْمِكَ فَالأُمُورُ إِلَى انْتِهَا
So turn yourself away from the pursuit of youth,
and return to your good sense, for all things reach an end.
الْيَوْمَtoday آنَit is time لِسابقٍfor a racer أَنْto يَحْتَذِيfollow
الْيَوْمَ آنَ لِسابقٍ أَنْ يَحْتَذِي
طَلْقَthe course of الرِّهانِthe race وَمُغْمَدٍand for a sheathed blade أَنْto يُنْتَضَىbe drawn
طَلْقَ الرِّهانِ وَمُغْمَدٍ أَنْ يُنْتَضَى
Today it is time for a racer to follow
the course of the race, and for a sheathed blade to be drawn.
وَلَقَدْand indeed عَلَوْتُI mounted سَراةَthe back of أَدْهَمَa black steed لَوْif جَرَىran
وَلَقَدْ عَلَوْتُ سَراةَ أَدْهَمَ لَوْ جَرَى
فَيalong شَأْوِهِits course بَرْقٌa lightning bolt تَعَثَّرit would stumble أَوْor كَبَاfall
فَي شَأْوِهِ بَرْقٌ تَعَثَّر أَوْ كَبَا
Indeed, I mounted the back of a black steed; were there to race
along its course a lightning bolt, it would stumble or fall.
يَطْوِيhe folds up المَدَىthe distance طَيَّlike the folding of السِّجِلِّa scroll وَيَهْتَدِيand finds his way
يَطْوِي المَدَى طَيَّ السِّجِلِّ وَيَهْتَدِي
فيthrough كُلِّevery مَهْمَهَةٍtrackless wilderness يَضِلُّlose their way بِهاin it الْقَطَاsandgrouse
في كُلِّ مَهْمَهَةٍ يَضِلُّ بِها الْقَطَا
He folds the distance like a scroll and finds his way
through every trackless wilderness where sandgrouse lose their way.
يَجْرِيhe runs عَلَىwith عَجَلٍhaste فَلاand does not يَشْكُوcomplain of الْوَجَىhoof soreness
يَجْرِي عَلَى عَجَلٍ فَلا يَشْكُو الْوَجَى
مَدَّthroughout النّهارِthe day وَلاand does not يَمَلُّtire مِنَof السُّرَىnight travel
مَدَّ النّهارِ وَلا يَمَلُّ مِنَ السُّرَى
He runs at speed, never complaining of sore hooves
all day long, nor tiring of night travel.
لاneither الْوَخْدُbrisk striding مِنْهُis his وَلاnor الرَّسِيمُtrotting وَلاnor يُرَىis he seen
لا الْوَخْدُ مِنْهُ وَلا الرَّسِيمُ وَلا يُرَى
يَمْشِيwalking الْعِرَضْنَةَa sideways prance أَوor يَسِيرُmoving الْهَيْدَبَىa slow, swaying gait
يَمْشِي الْعِرَضْنَةَ أَو يَسِيرُ الْهَيْدَبَى
His gait is neither a brisk stride nor a trot, nor is he seen
walking sideways or moving with a slow, swaying gait.
رَيَّانُwell watered مِلْءَto the fullness of ضُلُوعِهِhis ribs لَكِنَّهُyet he
رَيَّانُ مِلْءَ ضُلُوعِهِ لَكِنَّهُ
يَشْكُوcomplains of بِزَفْرَتِهِwith his panting breath لَهِيباًa blaze فيin الْحَشَاthe inward parts
يَشْكُو بِزَفْرَتِهِ لَهِيباً في الْحَشَا
Well watered, his ribs full, yet he
complains in his panting breath of a blaze within.
ماnot زالَhas ceased يَنْهَجُfollowing فيon الْمَسِيرthe journey طَرائِقاًpaths
ما زالَ يَنْهَجُ في الْمَسِير طَرائِقاً
تَدَعُleave الْجِيَادَfine steeds مُقَيَّداتٍfettered بِالْوَجَىby hoof soreness
تَدَعُ الْجِيَادَ مُقَيَّداتٍ بِالْوَجَى
He kept taking, on the journey, paths
that left fine steeds fettered by aching hooves,
حَتَّىuntil وَصَلْتُI reached إِلَىto جَنابٍa tract أَفْيَحٍspacious
حَتَّى وَصَلْتُ إِلَى جَنابٍ أَفْيَحٍ
زَاهِيresplendent with النَّباتvegetation بَعِيدِfar-reaching أَعْماقِthe depths of الثَّرَىthe moist soil
زَاهِي النَّبات بَعِيدِ أَعْماقِ الثَّرَى
until I reached a spacious tract,
lush with plants, its moist soil reaching deep.
تَسْتَنُّroams freely فِيهِwithin it الْعَيْنُthe eye بَيْنَamong مَنابِتٍplantings
تَسْتَنُّ فِيهِ الْعَيْنُ بَيْنَ مَنابِتٍ
طَابَتْare fertile مَغارِسُهاtheir planting beds وَجَنَّاتٍand gardens رِوَاwell watered
طَابَتْ مَغارِسُها وَجَنَّاتٍ رِوَا
There the eye roams freely among plantings
whose beds are fertile, and well-watered gardens.
مُلْتَفِّintertwined أَفْنَانِbranches of الْحَدَائِقِthe gardens لَوْif سَرَتْpassed
مُلْتَفِّ أَفْنَانِ الْحَدَائِقِ لَوْ سَرَتْ
فيهاthrough them السَّمُومُthe scorching wind لَشَابَهَتْit would surely resemble رِيحَthe wind الصَّبَاthe easterly breeze
فيها السَّمُومُ لَشَابَهَتْ رِيحَ الصَّبَا
Its gardens' branches intertwine; were there to pass
through them the scorching wind, it would resemble the east breeze.
فَتُرَابُهُfor its dust نَفَسُthe breath of الْعَبِيرِperfume وَنَبْتُهُand its vegetation
فَتُرَابُهُ نَفَسُ الْعَبِيرِ وَنَبْتُهُ
سَرقُlengths of الْحَرِيرِsilk وَماؤُهُand its water فَلَقُthe breaking light of الضُّحَىmorning
سَرقُ الْحَرِيرِ وَماؤُهُ فَلَقُ الضُّحَى
For its dust is the breath of perfume, and its vegetation
is silken cloth, and its water the radiance of morning.
فَإِذَاso when شَمِمْتَyou smell وَجَدْتَyou find أَطْيَبَthe sweetest نَفْحَةٍfragrance
فَإِذَا شَمِمْتَ وَجَدْتَ أَطْيَبَ نَفْحَةٍ
وَإِذَاand when الْتَفَتَّyou turn رَأَيْتَyou see أَحْسَنَthe loveliest مَاwhat يُرَىis seen
وَإِذَا الْتَفَتَّ رَأَيْتَ أَحْسَنَ مَا يُرَى
So when you breathe its scent, you find the sweetest fragrance,
and when you turn, you see the fairest sight.
وَالقُطْنُand the cotton بَيْنَbetween مُلَوِّزٍforming bolls وَمُنَوِّرٍand flowering
وَالقُطْنُ بَيْنَ مُلَوِّزٍ وَمُنَوِّرٍ
كَالْغادَةِlike a graceful maiden ازْدَانَتْadorned herself بِأَنْوَاعِwith varieties of الْحُلَىjewelry
كَالْغادَةِ ازْدَانَتْ بِأَنْوَاعِ الْحُلَى
And the cotton, some in boll and some in bloom,
is like a graceful maiden adorned with many kinds of jewels.
فَكَأَنَّso it is as though عاقِدَهُits forming bolls كُراتُballs of زُمُرُّدٍemerald
فَكَأَنَّ عاقِدَهُ كُراتُ زُمُرُّدٍ
وُكَأَنَّand it is as though زَاهِرَهُits blossoms كَواكِبُstars فيin الرُوَاbeauty of appearance
وُكَأَنَّ زَاهِرَهُ كَواكِبُ في الرُوَا
Its forming bolls seem balls of emerald,
and its blossoms are like stars in their beauty.
دَبَّتْstirred بِهِwithin it رُوحُthe spirit of الْحَياةِlife فَلَوْso if وَهَتْslackened
دَبَّتْ بِهِ رُوحُ الْحَياةِ فَلَوْ وَهَتْ
عَنْهُfrom it الْقُيُودُthe fetters مِنَof الْجَدَاوِلthe irrigation channels قَدْsurely مَشَىit would walk
عَنْهُ الْقُيُودُ مِنَ الْجَدَاوِل قَدْ مَشَى
The spirit of life has stirred within it; if ever
the channels' fetters loosened from it, it would walk.
فَأُصُولُهُfor its roots الدَّكْنَاءُdark-colored تَسْبَحُswim فيin الثَّرَىthe moist earth
فَأُصُولُهُ الدَّكْنَاءُ تَسْبَحُ في الثَّرَى
وَفُرُوعُهُand its branches الخَضْرَاءُgreen تَلْعَبُplay فيin الْهَوَاthe air
وَفُرُوعُهُ الخَضْرَاءُ تَلْعَبُ في الْهَوَا
For its dark roots swim through the moist earth,
and its green branches play in the air.
لَمdid not يَسْرِtravel فيهِthrough it الطَّرْفُthe gaze مَذْهَبَthe course of فِكْرةٍa thought
لَم يَسْرِ فيهِ الطَّرْفُ مَذْهَبَ فِكْرةٍ
مَحْدُودَةٍlimited إِلَّاexcept that تَرَاجَعَit returned بِالمُنَىwith wishes
مَحْدُودَةٍ إِلَّا تَرَاجَعَ بِالمُنَى
The gaze never roamed through it along the path of a thought
of limited scope without returning with wishes.
هَذاthis لَعَمْرُby the life of أَبِيكَyour father داعِيَةُa cause of الرِّضَاcontentment
هَذا لَعَمْرُ أَبِيكَ داعِيَةُ الرِّضَا
وَسَلامَةُand safety of العُقْبَىthe outcome وَمِفْتَاحُand the key to الْغِنَىwealth
وَسَلامَةُ العُقْبَى وَمِفْتَاحُ الْغِنَى
This, by your father's life, brings contentment,
and a safe outcome, and the key to wealth.
فَعَلامَso why أَجْهَدُdo I toil فيin الْمَطَالِبِpursuits باذِلاًexpending
فَعَلامَ أَجْهَدُ في الْمَطَالِبِ باذِلاً
نَفْسِيmy life وَهَذاwhen this لِلْمَطالِبِfor pursuits مُنْتَهَىthe ultimate goal
نَفْسِي وَهَذا لِلْمَطالِبِ مُنْتَهَى
Why, then, should I toil in pursuits, expending
my life, when this is the ultimate goal of all pursuits?
فَالْحَمْدُso praise لِلهِbe to God الَّذِيwho وَهَبَbestowed العُلاeminence
فَالْحَمْدُ لِلهِ الَّذِي وَهَبَ العُلا
وَسَرَاand dispelled الأَذَىharm عَنِّيfrom me فَأَبْصَرْتُso I saw الْهُدَىguidance
وَسَرَا الأَذَى عَنِّي فَأَبْصَرْتُ الْهُدَى
Praise, then, be to God, who bestowed eminence
and lifted harm from me, so I beheld guidance.
Sol 6.1